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“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me.”
“It’s already done.” I rise as she places the flowers on the bar.
“I hope that little maggot intern gets what’s coming to him,” she says.
“Yeah. He’ll get a free ride through life on Daddy’s money. But I’m letting it go, Frankie. It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re everything to me. I’ve been miserable without you.”
“Me too.” She sniffles.
“I’m so happy about your article, baby.”
“It hasn’t won yet.”
“It will.” I gesture to the two martinis sitting on the bar. “Have a drink. I have a few things to tell you.”
“What?” She grabs the stem of her glass and takes a sip.
“I’m leaving Mellville.”
“But Hunter—”
“It’s my choice. Logan got a position at NYU, and they want me to fill another one.”
“That’s great! I think. I mean, you love Mellville.”
I roll my eyes. “Not anymore.”
“Yeah.” She sighs. “I feel the same way.”
“There’s something else I should have told you.”
She bites her lip.
“It’s nothing bad. It’s just…” I chuckle. “You always made such a big deal about your ex being a trust-fund baby, so I didn’t want to… Oh, hell. I have a trust fund, Frankie.”
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “You do?”
“Yeah. It’s from my great-grandfather. I only use it occasionally. To buy my lifetime membership at the club, for example. And when I want to impress a lady by ordering an excellent wine.”
“The Jordan cab,” she says. “From The Glass House.”
“Right.”
“It was delicious.”
“It was. And you are worth every penny. Anyway, the money’s there if I need it, but I like working. I like teaching. But I’m thinking you and I can use it to build a house. Maybe on Long Island.”
Her cheeks redden as she fingers the collar around her neck. “I never took it off,” she says.
“And you never will.” I lean over, kiss her cheek, and then nip at her earlobe, whispering, “Now, my angel, I’d like to take you underground. There’s a spider gag calling your name.”
Chapter Fifty-Four
Frankie
Once we’re inside a private suite at Black Rose Underground, Hunter removes his mask, but he keeps the cape on. He brought a small leather case with him, and when he opens it, the stainless steel and black leather instrument draws my gaze.
The spider gag.
I shudder as excitement rolls through me.
I did my research. I know what this is. It’s a variation on the common ring gag, except it has stainless steel hooks around it that look like spider legs. The ring goes in my mouth, and the metal pieces hold the lips out of the way. Dominants like them because their sub is unable to speak, and also because they make the sub salivate, which increases lubrication for blow jobs.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole thing until I see the gag in Hunter’s large hands.
I want him to use it on me.
I want to please him.
“This is one of my favorite toys, baby,” he says. “Though I’m not sure it will be with you.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yes, but I’d like to try it anyway. Just this once.”
“Whatever you like.”
He narrows his gaze, and those dark eyes smolder. “Undress for me. Slowly.”
I peel off my cream-colored camisole, unhook my bra, and let it fall to the floor. He sucks in a breath as my breasts fall against my flesh. Then I urge my skirt down my hips until I’m wearing nothing but my panties and my pumps.
I need to get some club gear.
“Take off the panties,” he growls, “but leave the shoes on.”
I obey, and he grabs a pillow from the bed and sets it on the floor.
“Kneel.”
I drop to my knees on the cool silk of the pillowcase.
“You won’t be able to speak, and that will seem odd. It may be scary, even.”
“I’ll be all right.”
“Yes, you will be, but you won’t be able to tell me to stop. I’m going to bind your wrists behind you, but your hands will be free. Snap your fingers once if you want to stop at any time. Can you do that, Frankie?”
I swallow as anticipation whirls through me like a tornado. “Yes, Hunter. Yes, sir.”
A groan comes out of him. “Good. Good little sub.” He fits the gag into my mouth, and already a rush of anxiety ripples across my body.
I’m at his mercy. I can’t speak. Can’t even move my mouth. And yes, there’s a lot of saliva, but I knew there would be.
“God, you look so hot, Frankie. I can’t wait to shove my cock into your sweet mouth.”
A current skitters over my flesh, and my nipples are hard, my pussy tingling, aching for his fingers, his cock.
But I have to wait.
I have to be a good sub and obey my Dom.
God, the thought…
Such a turn-on.
Hunter walks behind me and takes my wrists, caressing them gently. “Such beautiful hands, Frankie. I’m going to use simple nylon rope that’s easy to loosen if necessary.”
